Complicated

Chapter 15: Well Shit

Chapter 15

"You've got to be kidding me!" I heard a loud voice exclaim.

I groaned, rolling over to pull a pillow over my ears.

A smile crossed my face as the pillow smelled like Oliver.

"Scarlett Adeline Lockwood!" My dad yelled, pulling the blankets off of me. "Get out of this bed this instant!"

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" I groaned.

"You are in a boy's bed! Wearing his clothes!" My dad yelled. "I will not tolerate this obscene behavior, young lady. Get up, right now. We're going home."

"Just let me sleep dammit." I whined. "My head hurts."

"You're hungover, of course your head hurts. Get out of bed before I physically remove you. There's a jet waiting for us at the airport. We're meeting Clara and Parker in Castello. I cannot believe the two of you would be so irresponsible."

"What did Parker do?" I asked sleepily, sitting up slightly to squint at my dad. "Where are my glasses?"

"Parker came home at three in the morning, absolutely wasted. His mother is dealing with him." My dad said as he handed me my glasses.

"It's a Sunday. Why are we going to Castello?" I sighed, pushing my hair back from my face.

"Because you and Parker need a stern talking to. Especially since the Windsors are coming this week."

"Like the British Royal Family?" I asked, swinging my legs over the side of Oliver's bed.

I didn't even remember falling asleep here last night...

"Enough, we're leaving." My dad said, turning to walk out of the room.

"Can I at least have some Advil?" I whined, standing up to follow him.

"No." My dad hissed.

Oliver was sitting in the kitchen, drinking a pot of coffee. He stood up when we walked in.

"Mr. Lockwood, I'm so sorry. She said you were out of town so I didn't think it would be a good idea to leave her home alone and I promise I slept in my brother's room last night and nothing happened." Oliver said seriously.

My dad ignored him.

"You have twenty seconds to say goodbye. We're going to be late for our flight." My dad said harshly to me before walking out of the house.

"What the hell happened last night?" I sighed, giving my boyfriend an apologetic look.

"The three of us got so wasted, I don't even remember how we got home. We were going to leave the party, then you fell asleep, then I had one drink, and it turned into two and then three and the next thing I know your dad showed up here at like eight in the morning absolutely raging. You're lucky my parents are at the flower market with my siblings, they don't even know you stayed the night."

I groaned. "I'm in so much trouble." I sighed, wrapping my arms around Oliver. "Thanks for last night... I'm sorry."

"Hopefully your dad will take it easy on you. I'll see you tomorrow at school?" Oliver asked quietly.

"If he even lets me out of the house." I laughed, leaning up to give him a kiss. "I'll call you later."

My dad honked from last night and I jumped slightly.

"I'll see you later." I sighed, walking towards the door.

I suddenly froze.

"Why am I wearing your clothes?" I asked carefully, my heart pounding in my chest.